OOM: First Meeting, part I

"Your parents are dead."

Eight-year-old Baze didn't hear anymore after Master Sheotar said that damning statement. Her voice, thin and strained with the news, faded away in his ears. He heard her speak for as long as he was able, and then fled the room, hot tears blinding him as he ran down the halls of the Temple of the Kyber.

OOM: First Meeting, part II

(OOC: Continued from here.)

Master Sheotar leads the boys to a Spartan, underground chamber perfumed with burning incense and lit only by candles. Thousands of them. Baze looks around, shell-shocked. He's never been this deep in the temple before. He clings to Chirrut's hand and describes the surroundings in a boyish whisper.

"Is this the boy?" a deep-voiced Twi'lek woman in brown robes says, her hands folded in her giant sleeves. "Which one do you wish me to question?"

"Chirrut," Master Sheotar says, stopping in front of her at the end of the chamber, "this is Taza Madowki. A visiting Jedi. She has some questions for you."